Whispers in the Dark (Ghost/Konig)

[Twenty Three]

*Ghost's POV*

It's getting dark as we enter the building, the popped lock swinging quietly from the door behind us. Price and two other spillers stayed out to keep watch, while the five of us creep our way inside.

Price and Laswell got into contact with Conrad's boss, and were tasked with keeping him late tonight, so we can get him without interrupting workday flow.

Supposedly, he agreed instantly after hearing what he was up to. I only hope that's true.

Quinn stays close behind me, Soap behind her, with the two other soldiers falling into place behind him. Our steps are light as we make way to the stair well, floor 9 is our stop.

I adjust my grip on my gun, double checking the safety is off as we head up.

The others stay quiet, moving with precision as we climb. And soon, the floors say 9. We pause outside the heavy door.

I glance over my shoulder, catching Soap's stern gaze, and a short nod from Quinn. I nod back to the both of them, then slowly turn to knob on the door.

It unlatches with a tiny click, and I slowly push it open.

Office on the 9th floor, second to last door down the hall on the left.

That's what Price told us, informations from Conrad's boss. We creep through, keeping low and quiet.

We soon reach a wide open area, filled with furniture to look like some sort of lounge.

Couches, chairs, tables, even a water machine, all illuminated by the setting sun.

Left hall.

We enter the large area, scanning the open area carefully as we sneak towards the left hall, forming a line against the wall.

It's eerily quiet, light coming from down the hall as I peak the corner.

I adjust my grip once more. Somethings off. No voices, no shuffling of papers.

I push the thought away, leading the way down the hall.

We pass two doorways, when scuffling behind us catches my attention. I stand up straight and spin on my heels, eyes widening as I spot entirely too many men with guns pointed at us.

"Get down!"

I tackle Soap into the nearest doorway, gunfire flying down the hall, the men yell angrily in German. I scramble quickly back to my feet, double checking the others are okay.

Quinn's eyes are wide as she stares back, crouched back against the doorframe across the hall with bullets etched into the side.

"You hurt?" I call over, the halls going silent as the gunfire ceases. She shakes her head, checking on the others in a doorway next to mine.

More yelling in German, Quinn's eyes widening. "They work for Conrad, they knew we were coming."

Frustration and anger pumps through my veins, as I squeeze my eyes shut to remain calm. Suddenly a voice cuts off all the other voices, sounding more confident and in control than the others.

Quinn's head turns quickly, glancing down the hall, before meeting my gaze again. "It's Conrad."

He continues talking, as Quinn slowly translates his words. I glance over my shoulder, catching glimpse of him in the sunlight, surrounded by men with guns trained at us.